The two heavy cha commanders were trembling with rage. This was the third they had accidentally killed in the process of chasing that .
The cunning and despicable fully utilized the limitations of the rebel chas inside the isolation net, like a wily fox always slipping away just before the Hunter could catch it. The fired madly, but all they got in return was the pesky throwing one light Single Soldier cha after another in front of the energy cannon muzzle.
The gorilla, hopping and bouncing around, played amongst the cha group with the most ridiculous and clumsy postures, as if it wasn’t fighting but rather like a child who had just gotten a pile of toys. Yet, its strikes were more vicious than the . Whenever it darted into a cluster of chas, it would always stir up chaos, and soon, cha after cha was effortlessly dismantled into parts by it. Even while running, it would casually swipe at nearby chas, pulling out a circuit board or a chip.
The destructive power of was more terrifying than that of the .
Glarenz was completely desperate. A regint of soldiers was utterly unable to resist the slaughter by both the chanical army outside the prison and these mixed army chas behind him. On the outskirts of the prison, within this isolation net already torn to shreds by artillery fire and chas, his forces were lting away like snow under the blazing sun.
"Break through freely!"
The situation was becoming increasingly dire. Glarenz decisively issued the command. He understood that before Stephen fully committed the 39th and 108 Armored Divisions, there was no hope of snatching Jas with fewer than a division’s worth of troops. Those mixed army chas were not any less formidable than the group driving the outside. These two forces, whose origins were unknown, were enough to change the entire plan. Clearly, Bruce had already failed. Even if Stephen defeated all hidden opponents before capturing Jas, he still couldn’t truly gain imperial power.
The rebel chas scattered in a frantic escape, as if granted a pardon.
Under the protection of the Guard Company, Glarenz was the first to break through the eastern isolation net and disengage from the battle. He was surprised at how smoothly the breakout had gone.
He looked back and saw that as his soldiers scattered and slipped through the gaps in the isolation net, the on the prison outskirts and the mixed army chas inside the prison only pursued briefly before stopping. Their formations had co too close; the soldiers on both sides seed to have a natural hostility. The cha cannon muzzles were all aid at the opposing side.
Glarenz angrily turned around and sped up the breakout with his remnant forces, finally gaining a bit from this humiliating operation.
The situation in the combat area was peculiar. Two cha groups that had just joined forces to attack now ceased their pursuit amidst the chaos, forming two distinct parts and cautiously confronting each other. anwhile, over a hundred remaining rebel chas were fleeing in all directions between and around them.
Only two chas continued to chase and kill wantonly.
One was a battered , and the other an extrely exaggeratedly modified . These two chas, like chickens in a race, chased and pounced on the fleeing rebel chas, pulling and tearing them apart, adding a competitive edge to the scene.
As the rebels fled, Fatty and Zola found fewer and fewer targets. Eventually, both of them locked on to a . Zola fired first, and the fierce barrage quickly diminished the blue energy shield of the to a pale red. But before he could get close, Fatty piloted the and slipped past him from the side, pounding and striking repeatedly, shredding the ’s power system to bits.
Seeing his prey beco soone else’s trophy, roared in anger, kicking forcefully towards the cockpit. Fatty, unwilling to be outdone, shook the sturdy arms of the to deflect ’s leg and continued to spin his fists like a windmill, smashing down at ’s head. , seemingly oblivious to the danger, advanced instead of retreating, its body covered in spikes aiming for the embrace of . Fatty would not let it succeed easily. The had already prepared a short, stout leg which then kicked out abruptly, sending sorsaulting in the air.
From fighting over a prey to a life-and-death struggle, these two were clearly in an extrely excited and abnormal ntal state, and without a word, they began fighting fiercely. The rapid and violent exchange left all onlookers in stunned amazent.
"Damn it, don’t you care about Jas’ life?" Fatty, always wretched, seized the mont when was still struggling to stand from its tumble. He piloted the straight at , attacking its vital points with a left fist and a right claw while shouting to force a reaction from .
Zola had already lost the initiative. Slightly stunned by the remark, he found with the force of a storm already upon him, raining blows down with terrible montum.
Zola, retreating in haste and desperately defending, cursed, "You despicable man!"
Both prided themselves on their speed. At this mont, the fierce and rapid exchange was intense beyond asure. Onlookers could only see cha limbs flying within the blur of light and shadow, and the sounds of collisions were as dense as machine gun fire, leaving people speechless.
Zola, too hurried in his responses, was unable to fully keep up with ’s pace, gradually falling into a disadvantage.
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